I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 127: Sun Monkey Manages Pan Taoyuan

New Town, Fishbone Bar.

"Fish, the old man is really angry this time, even Barnes will kill him if he says so." The big Butch said worriedly.

Fish sneered, "Isn't this exactly what we want to see?"

"Will he doubt us?" Butch frowned.

"Of course I doubt it, but now I have a trump card that he can't think of anyway. Before he finally makes up his mind to deal with me, I will take him down first. It won't be too long, just in these few days."

Fish clenched his fists and spoke confidently, but his smile was a bit forced, and his expression was even sad and hesitant.

"Are you sure that hole card works for him? If he doesn't care at all, we're screwed." Butch hesitated.

Fish closed his eyes and sighed softly: "He once taught me like a daughter, and I fully understand his heart.

Knowing what a person cares most about, you get hold of his weaknesses.

He is old and will be replaced sooner or later. Instead of letting others step on his crown and humiliate him, it is better for me to send him away personally, which can always guarantee him a decent ending. "

"I thought you were going to kill him." Butch said strangely.

Fish said with a complicated expression: "He is the person I respect the most and my greatest benefactor, and I will not allow anyone to hurt him.

I will give him a good dream, until the day when he dies of old age and sick. "

Butch frowned and said, "Next, let's win over the family boss as originally planned? Who will start?"

Fish smiled faintly, "When the old man proposed a tax increase, Saviano and Tusky reacted the most."

Butch nodded knowingly, and asked again: "Sas and the witch Halle are the old man's confidantes, should we get rid of them first?"

"Are you dreaming? Sass is the number one killer in Gotham, and the witch even knows black magic. Are you going to deliver food?" Fish rolled his eyes.

"Ambush ten gunmen, each with an rpg, and fire them all at once, even real demons can't handle it!" Butch said in a deep voice.

Fish smiled bitterly: "If they were just ordinary people, your method would certainly work, but none of them are alone.

Just like the witch, she spends most of her time in the No. [-] fighting arena in the world. Dozens of gunmen are deployed hundreds of meters away. Why do you approach her quietly?
In case of a miss, if either of them goes crazy, we can't stop it. "

"If you don't kill it, I'm afraid you can't buy it." Butch said.

"Leave them alone, as long as the old Cammy withdraws voluntarily, they have no chance and no reason to attack me." Fish said confidently with a smile.

Manhattan Park Avenue, Armory.

"Wow, these are all mine? It's great!" Harley's voice spread far and wide in the wide and deep hall, attracting the curious gazes of many customers in suits and leather shoes.

The Armory is not a warehouse, at least not entirely a warehouse.

Both the first and second floors are exhibition halls, where a wide variety of weapons are displayed in glass windows for customers from all over the world to choose from.

Different from the mercenary supermarket, this place is more like a wholesale market, where every business is worth millions or tens of millions of dollars.

"Miss Quinn!" When Harley was leading a group of younger brothers to visit the new site, a middle-aged Caucasian woman in a dark blue lady's suit trotted over to greet her.

Her face is a bit like Pepper Pepper, with red hair and large freckles on her cheeks, but her chin is squarer and her mouth is bigger, not as delicate as Pepper's.

"Hi, Ms. Quinn, I'm the Sales Manager of the Armory, Hannah Twain. Well, I'm also the niece of Jerenny Barnes."

At the end, the big mouth "Pepper"'s eyes dimmed, and his tone became heavy.

"I'm sorry for what happened to Boss Barnes!" Harry said in a deep voice without much sincerity in comforting him: "You are the manager of the armory, so you should understand that being in charge of the armory is not a lucrative job.

His Excellency Falcone separated it from the Barnes family entirely out of work needs, without any personal grievances. "

"I understand." Hannah's face was ugly, and some words were insincere.

Seeing the probing eyes of the people around her, Harry patted her on the shoulder and said, "This is not a place to talk, let's go upstairs, your office."

After a while, the two came to the modern minimalist office on the third floor facing the street.

Harry dove into the magpie's nest, lying comfortably on the boss's chair, wearing fingerless leather sandals, with his feet folded on the desk.

"Hannah, you are a Falcone who knows everything, so I will give you a chance. Within three months, you have to accomplish two things."

Harry held up two fingers, "First, the people who helped me and me are completely familiar with the operating mechanism of the armory, so familiar that they can replace any existing employees at will.

Second, there will be no troubles in these three months, and the performance will rise steadily.

As long as you can do these two things, you are still the manager here, and I will treat you as my confidant.

Or, do you want to leave now? "

Hannah shook her head quickly, lowered her eyebrows and said pleasantly: "I like my current job very much, and I am also willing to work for Sister Hallie."

Harley was noncommittal about her commitment.

She will only look at her overall report card after three months.

The internship period she gave Hannah was three months, and the old godfather promised her an internship period of half a year.

When she first learned that the manager of the armory was just a "watchdog" for the military and military-industrial enterprises, Harley felt very repulsive about this new site.

Later, when she found out that the arsenal was mainly for Wayne's military industry, and many top-notch weapons were also stored in the warehouse, Harley began to fantasize about her wonderful life as a stealing oil rat.

"Hannah, what should I do if I want to keep my own life?"

"Uh" Hannah's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

"What are you looking at? We are black people, bastards, isn't it natural to do bad things?" Harley glared at her and said angrily.

Hannah was speechless.

"Sister Halli, there's no need to steal. You can take 1.5% of the sales and buy the weapon you like at the cost price." She persuaded tactfully.

"1.5% of shit, I'm just a legal white glove, it's not bad for me to get one of them, and the rest goes into the pockets of those bastards." Harley sneered.

Sales share is not profit share.

The 1.5% sales share is actually very high. For example, a machine gun that sells for US$100 costs US$40 to manufacture, and US$20 to transport, store, and sell. Harley takes another US$1.5, and the profit is only US$38.5 .

Harley is just a warehouse security guard and sales manager, not Wayne Military Industries. Thinking about it this way, she seems to have gotten too much?
In fact, she can't get $1.5.

It's like the person in charge of a certain government project, contracting the project to a company at a high price, the company will work honestly, and then quietly return [-]% of the contracted money to the person in charge.

Harley got 1.5 dollars in her left hand, and 1.3 dollars in her right hand to the upper-level bosses. The 0.05 dollars was a tax for Cammy, and she was barely able to drop 0.15 dollars.

From a certain point of view, the executives of Wayne Military Industry and some generals of the Pentagon are Halle's real bosses.

If it weren't for the fact that some high-tech products of Wayne Military Industry are too fragrant-they will be even more fragrant after the birth of Batman in the future, Harley wouldn't bother to take this job.

Hannah didn't know how to answer the question. After hesitating for a moment, she said in a low voice, "Sister Halle, if you encounter 'scrap products' in the future, I can keep them for you."

"Is the scrap rate high? Or, can you make it higher?" Harry became interested.

"Uh, this." Three drops of cold sweat dripped from Hannah's forehead, and she said awkwardly, "Boss, the scrap rate is not decided by me, the quality inspection department of Wayne Enterprises will personally check it."

"You idiot, quality inspectors are human beings, and people have desires. Don't you even know how to give money? If you can't buy it, you can also send a few bullets for the quality inspector to 'quality inspect' in person. This requires me teach?"

Harry regretted it a little, maybe she shouldn't have given the fake Pepper a three-month trial period.

An elm bumpy head, not enough for Gotham!
"Boss, I understand what to do." Hannah swallowed and said with difficulty.

She suddenly had a premonition that the little Miss Harley in front of her had a bright future, because she was bad enough, enough for Gotham!
Thinking of this, Hannah was suddenly full of energy.

The boss has a bright future, so won't her "confidant during the probationary period" also be rewarded?

"Boss, what weapon do you want, I can help you choose." She became proactive.

"Does Wayne Enterprises have weapons against mages?" Harry asked curiously.

"This." Hannah's freckled face turned pale when thinking of the rumors about the boss's evil black mage.

"There are no weapons that specifically target mages, but if you are a mage, you can choose a targeted weapon based on the mage's ability."

It was a bit convoluted, but Harry understood what she meant.

Then, she stated her request, Hannah turned on the computer, and weapons appeared on the computer screen.

(End of this chapter)